Authors note:
Just to let you fellow readers know that from now on, everything is made up! But you gotta pretend that the only person who has aged is me. So all character except me have been…frozen! BTW: This is an AU which means that One Direction aren’t famous in this! Sorry to disappoint xx Thanks for getting this far and maybe you could vote/comment? Thanks xx keep reading! Xx
Little_author_101 xx
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Me and Harry have arranged to meet up a Starbucks for half eleven and that was time now. “Shit!” I cursed as I stepped into my Peugeot and turned the engine on. It’s bad enough that we’re skipping college for this important thing but being late ain’t gonna help. My phone beeped and I checked it with a sigh.
Mr. Styles-x)
Where are you? O.O
Ms. Goodson-;)
On my way, keep your ass down *sigh* XD
Mr. Styles-x)
Kk x 8-0
I switched off my Nokia and placed the annoying thing in my handbag. I sped down the high way and paused in front of the cafe. There seemed to be two Harry’s. Impossible. One Harry was geeky and the other was himself. The Harry I knew waved when he saw me while the other one looked at me while his eyes shimmered. They looked identical from afar, but as I got closer I could pick out a few differences. The other Harry had eyes which are a shade lighter than the true Harry. The true harry had paler lips than the other and the nerd harry had his hair pulled neatly into a straight side curve. When I joined reality again I was a couple of steps away from the table they both sat at. I took three deep breaths before sitting down on the opposite chair to Harry.
“Hi! So are you wondering why you’re here?” Harry asked and I nodded my head. “Well basically this person next to me well he is my twin. A little bit obvious huh?”
“Well duh! I thought I was imagining another you! Um is he…s-s-?” I stuttered, blushing a deep red. Whenever I meet a boy, it’s the first thing I ask.
“Yeah he is straight and single!” Harry raised his eyebrows. It’s a well known fact that Harry’s gay and I realized that I didn’t know the boys name.
“Oh, ehm, hi I’m Ellie!” I stuck out my hand, hoping for him to shake it back. Thankfully he did.
“Hey! I’m Marcel the usual geek I just moved here and I’m starting you’re college tomorrow!” Marcel’s voice was higher pitched than Harry’s but I didn’t mind. In the strangest way, I felt worried for Marcel. Nerds are lucky to survive a term in our school. Harry could tell I had concern and began teasing Marcel.
“You know, Ellie is single too!”
“Is she? Well Ellie how old are you?”
“Um...I’m 17, ‘bout you?”
“I’m 19 like my twin here! Harry has told me loads about you and I’d like to get to know you more.”
“Alright Marcel, you guys have just met so calm down.” Harry cautioned and his twin replied with something like ‘this doesn’t involve you.’
“I’d love that,” I replied with the sweetest voice I could do and stared into Marcel’s eyes. For some exotic reason I could tear my eyes away from his plus the same thing seemed to happen for him too. “Hey so I don’t want be late for class,” I rambled finally removing my eyes, “how ’bout I give you my number?” I suggested and he pulled out his phone. He had the same as mine! I opened up my handbag and found mine. A smile plastered his face when he saw the white Nokia that was balancing on my hand.
“Here, we’ll switch,” he held out his hand and I took the phone from the table and handed my phone to him.
When I got back to my car my phone buzzed.
Marcel x
Hi is this Ellie????????
Ms. Goodson ;)
Yes it is! Is this Marcel?
Marcel x
Yup I think that’s me, unless I’m Harry?? So can I ask you something? I hesitated before answering.
Ms. Goodson ;)
Yeah sure!
Marcel x
Where do you live?
Ms. Goodson ;)
Why should I tell you? Are you gonna stalk me? Lol anyway I live in Wellingborough.
Marcel x
Right that helps! *sigh*
Ms. Goodson ;)
Okay it’s and I typed my address and added you can come over tonight if you like.
Marcel x
Thanks gotta go bye! X
Ms. Goodson ;)
Bye! Xx
I wondered if I made the right decision there. Maybe I should bail. But that would be mean. I’d have to wait ‘til after school ‘cos I’m half an hour late. Guess I’ll be skipping that too. In the end I gave up and drove to my house. When I unlocked my key my dog Meringue came and jumped up on me-welcoming me home. She was a golden retriever with brown ears and paws. She had small curls in her fur and was about up to my knee. I knew Marcel would be over soon and so I planned what I would make for lunch.
I pulled out the bread, cheese, ham and butter. I found a knife and began making ham and cheese sandwiches. Then I found us some fruit. I didn’t know what he liked so I made a bowl of it, juicy grapes; blood red apples, slices of cucumber which make me heave; luxurious strawberries and some lettuce for I didn’t know what else to put in! I began cooking some pizza’s and garlic bread. I opened up some champagne and chocolate biscuits. Everything was ready and placed on my coffee table. Seconds before there was a knock on my door I realized I had made it look like a date. It was too late and I had to open the door up.
There stood Marcel, he was wearing what he had earlier. A cream long sleeved shirt with a light brown sleeveless cardigan. He’d taken off his tie and untucked his shirt from his leather brown trousers. Marcel has big glasses and they were pushed up against his forehead. His sparkling eyes absorbed mine and I forgot everything. When someone coughed the connection between us broke and we stood awkwardly for a minute or two.
“Um hi! Come in!” I stepped to the side and he walked in, staring in awe at my house.
“You have a nice house Ellie. And you seem to be a good cook too.” Marcel mumbled eyeing the food. He looked back at me and grinned.
“Thanks, err, take a seat and I’ll be back in a minute.” I returned the smile and walked off into my room. I needed some better clothes than my school uniform. I picked out some red comfortable shorts and a white tank top. I styled my hair into a high ponytail before walking back to where Marcel was.
“You got a text,” he mumbled when he sensed my presence.
“Thanks,” I picked up my phone and I had two.
Mr. Horan O.O
Can me and the gang come over??????
Ms. Goodson ;)
I’m having lunch with someone so not now, ‘bout two?
Mr. Horan O.O
Fine! ;D
That was one text, and the other one was from someone I hadn’t talked to in a while.
Mum
Hi sweetie just wanted to know how you are xx
I didn’t bother replying to that. I chose to walk out on her for what she put me through as a child.
“So, what do you want to do?” Marcel asked, his voice getting deeper.
“How about twenty questions?”
“Sure, can I go first?” Marcel asked and I replied with a smirk and a nod. “Okay so what’s your favorite color?”
“My favorite color is…hmm…minty blue.” Marcel shook his head in disapproval, “what’s wrong with that?”
“I just hate it when people have a specific kind of color; my favorite color is blue, any kind, like my twin”
“You two have a lot in common.” I pointed out and tilted me head a little.
“Yeah and it’s great that Harry and I have most classes together because no one will bully me if they know that me and Harry are twins.” He sighed patted the seat, “come on, sit down, this is your house.” I sat near Marcel feeling awkward. Abruptly, there was a knock at the door. I checked my watch and it was two, great.
“By the way this is going to be all of Harry’s mates to prepare yourself.” I warned before opening to door to find: Niall, Zayn, Liam, Harry and Louis. “Well hello!”
“Hi,” mumbled Niall.
“Sup,” whispered Liam.
“Hey,” rumbled Harry.
“Hiya,” cheered Louis, glad he’s in a good mood.
“Hello,” puffed Zayn.
“You, know, there’s, no, smoking, in, this, house!” I spluttered in between coughs.
“Sorry,” Zayn replied, lifting his hands in the air-surrendering.
“What’s this?” Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow at Marcel.
“Just lunch, nothing really,” I replied.
~Marcel’s pov~
“What’s this?” Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow at me. I shook my head.
“Just lunch, nothing really,” she responded. My heart weakened, why I have to have feelings for Ellie? She’s smart and pretty and looks fun. But I’d be a fool for thinking I’d have a chance with her. The way her luscious hair falls down her back so elegantly and her unique eyes just absorb me. I only met her this morning and I have a huge crush on Ellie. I’m that typical geek, the one who gets his head flushed down the toilet, the one who knows the answer to everything and the one who won’t make it to the end of this term.
“Right, so are we gate crashing you’re date with Ellie?” the dark skinned one asked, Zayn I think.
“No, no, no, no we’re just having lunch, like Ellie said.” I was pissed off by the fact that he didn’t listen to Ellie. I didn’t know any of Harry’s mates for I moved here yesterday. They knew I was Harry’s twin, for it was so obvious and I hope they knew that I was straight.
“So, err, this is awkward but I think you guys should leave and let me and Marcel carry on.” Ellie rushed the words out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying.
“Carry on what?” teased the blonde boy with the Irish accent.
“Our date.” She said ‘matter of factly’ before covering her mouth. She slowly removed her hand and a grin plastered her face. “Yes, our date.” Every one gasped and stared at me. I blushed and looked at my feet.
“Well done bro, you got the hardest girl to get within a day,” hollered Harry and I couldn’t stop the smile that stretched my lips.
“Thank you,” I replied. Maybe I was wrong, maybe Ellie did have feeling for me. I decided to ask her when the others left.
“We’ll be going then,” said Louis, I think. A smirk placed upon their face as they turned around and walked away.
Ellie sighed and closed the door. She rubbed her head and pulled at her cheeks. It was funny the way her face looked but I kept my laughs down.
“Ellie,” I stopped and waited for her response. She looked at me and nodded. So I swallowed the lump in my throat and carried on, “can we talk?”
“Yeah, what do you wanna talk ‘bout?” she asked with curiosity drowning her words.
“I need to ask you something. I know this will make you run away and I’m sorry but I need to say this.” I fidgeted and got comfortable. “Earlier you said we were on a date. Does that mean you like me?” my eyes watered at the silence. Suddenly she walked away and I thought she wasn’t going to come back. Surprisingly she did, and she came back with a CD reading: 4 LOLS. This made me curious and afraid.
“This is a long story, so get comfortable. When I was in junior school I dated this boy, his name was Luke,” she pointed to a boy on the CD case, “He used to bully me, a lot, tell me I’m ugly if I didn’t wear make-up, say I smelt like trash if I didn’t wear perfume. Did I mention I still dated him? Well I dated him, I cried over him. Even when I started senior school and he went to a different one I still cried myself to sleep. He was smart and small but I still loved him. I loved him ‘cos he was cool, call me a slut, but I always dated the cool boys. Luke put me off boys throughout senior school. I only had one or two for about six years. I dated Harry once but he told me he was gay and we broke up, so I’ve been single since.
“Luke left a scar on my heart and I haven’t trusted a boy for years. But I feel like I can trust you. I only met you this morning but the way you’re eyes sparkle makes me feel safe. So yeah, I like you.” Ellie blushed blood red and her eyes began to water. I sat for about ten seconds before walking over to Ellie and placing my arm around her shoulder. She fell into me and sobbed and I couldn’t help but feel guilty for asking the question. She likes me, and I like her. Like though is the start of love and my hopes raised. Maybe, just maybe, we could end up together. I patted her back while she cried and she fell asleep in my arms. Tears still fell from her eyes as she slept but she was beautiful as she slept.